This book is wildly popular (pun intended!); it's the true story of Cheryl's solo trek through part of the Pacific Crest Trail as a last ditch therapy idea for getting over her mother's death, a gritty divorce, and a growing heroine addiction. On the one hand, I found it super easy and interesting to read. I wanted to pick it up; I didn't want to put it down. She writes in such a way that I felt I was hiking the trail with her, and having an adventure of my own. On the other hand, she's not a very likable character (oddly, considering this is a memoir) and doesn't go to great lengths to portray her family members or friends (other than her former husband) in a very positive light, either. I can see why she wanted to escape her life and experience the woods.
That said, I will hold on to this. I will trade it with friends. And I will probably read it again in the future. Because I am an adventure junkie.
On to the
We started off with veggie pot stickers and homemade sauce. Kill me now, it was so dang tasty.
Then went all out with Thai Basil Chicken Fried Rice. I was thanking the culinary gods that my taster was back, even though the rest of my sinus infection was in full swing. In fact, the spices were so fantastic that I credit them for jump starting my recovery. Which means whenever I get sick in the future I expect Campo to cook this for me immediately.
Complete with sinus-healing hot tea.
And sinus-healing candy corn bars left over from brunch. Best. Fall. Treats. Ever.
Next up - fiction! And Tex Mex!
Wild, by "Strayed"? Is that a pen name?
ReplyDeleteI'm reading this right now and feel the same way about it - I like the story, but don't care much for her!
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